Magical Toothpaste

Xander squeezed Anya close as he snuggled into the mattress. Dimly he was aware that he would have to get up soon but he was still in the dreamy haze between sleep and wakefulness. His brow furrowed slightly as he realized his hand was sandwiched between two warm bodies. He raised his hand and smiled lightly as he cupped Anya's breast. Yup, that was definitely Anya. Even in sleep he recognized the size, weight, and feel of his lover's firm breast. Questingly he slid his hand forward, coasting over a toned bicep. His hand felt the supple firmness of a breast just slightly smaller and different than Anya's. Bout the same firmness, though. He slid his hand back to Anya's then measuringly forwards again. Couldn't be Tara, he thought, as naughty images flashed across the back of his still closed eyelids. Experimentally he squeezed. He yelped in pain as a strong little hand grabbed his and yanked it backwards in a punishing hold.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!," he exclaimed. Suddenly the hand let go and he leaped up in the bed, now fully awake. Two blondes bolted upright in his bed and shared shocked glances.

"Buffy!" Anya exclaimed as she tried to smooth her tangled hair and smiled coyly behind her blush.

"Heeey guys!" Buffy said brightly, trying to gloss over the strange situation as if there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

"Um Buff...What are you doing?" Xander asked, his eyes pinning her down even as his smile was light.

"Couldn't sleep," Buffy answered, as if that were really an explanation. The room was blanketed in silence as no one knew exactly what to say. Anya continued to preen slightly as she bit her lip and gazed at Buffy. "Well, I'll just be going then." Buffy declared and raced out of the room before Xander could regain his composure enought to ask her any questions.

She was outside and moving through the park before she realized she was still wearing pj's. It hadn't seemed so weird last night but in the harsh light of day she felt naked and self-conscious. *Spike's crypt wasn't so very far from here* she thought and began to run towards the nearest cemetary that her demon lover just happened to call home. Her eyes were intensely dark as lust gleamed in their depths at the thought of seeing Spike again and all of a sudden she didn't really care about the fight they'd had the night before. She wanted to see him too bad to care and her earlier objections didn't seem all that important right now. And Giles was still at the house and could take care of Dawn.





Giles rubbed his bleary eyes as he walked upstairs. It was still too early for anyone to be up and he was looking forward to a cup of tea by himself before the household erupted into the frenzy that followed Willow and Buffy and Dawn like a faithful puppy. He closed the door to the bathroom with a soft click and flicked open the cabinet mirror. Sighing in irritation at himself for not putting his glasses on. He reached for what he hoped was his spare toothbrush. That was light blue, right? Grabbing the toothpaste he dobbed some on the brush and grimaced at the thought of Willow's toothpaste tampering spell. That girl needed to learn her limits, powers like hers weren't to be used trivially. He almost chuckled, though, at the thought of a love toothpaste. Good thing she'd disposed of something as powerful as that, he thought as he ran water over the bristles and brought the brush up to his teeth.

Instantly he felt a tingling zing across his skin as his blood rushed to his nether parts, straining the front of his pants. He spat the froth into the sink and stared at the blurry tube resting on the counter. *Good Lord! It couldn't be!*

The straining pulse beneath his grey cotton slacks told him it definitly was. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth as he delicately lowered the zipper. The sound of the knob turning and the metal latch giving caught his attention and he threw his body against the door. Dawn's voice whined from the other side, "Hurry up, I need to use the bathroom."

He pressed back against the door with all his strength and took his achingly painful erection in hand. He needed release. His body demanded it. A Cosmo magazine peeped out from the magazine rack and for the first time in his life Giles wished to God there was a playboy in his..other.. hand. Cosmo would just have to do....

Dawn's brow furrowed as Giles muffled voice called from the other side of the door. "Get willow," -soft grunt- "I seem to have a problem." -*much* louder groan-

'God this was just like coming out and finding Anya....Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!' Dawn thought as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shocked horror. She ran to Willow's door then hesitated, wondering if she was going to catch the couple in an awkward position. 'Man, it was starting to feel like she was living in some weird version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, or something,' she thought before rapping on the door loudly.

There were soft murmurs before a tousle-headed Willow opened the door. "Willow! Willow! I think Giles used the toothpaste!"

"Oh no!" the redheaded witch gasped her eyes glinting guiltily, "He didn't see you, did he?"

"No, he just locked himself in the bathroom and told me to get you..." her face scrunched as a sudden realization hit her and she hopped from foot to foot and shook her hands as if there was something invisible and icky on them. "Ewww! Ew ew EW!"

"What? What is it?" Willow asked, although she was pretty sure they had both come to the same conclusion.

Dawn looked at Willow with a mixture of horror and disgust. "Giles is HORNY!! And I think he's ...." She couldn't say it, it was too disturbing. Both girls had a pretty good idea of what Giles was doing and they both decided to pretend they didn't.





Buffy was panting heavily as she ran the final distance and shoved the heavy door to Spike's crypt open. She spun and slammed it against the low slant of the early morning light and leaned against it to catch her breath. Spike raised his head from where he was sprawled across the floor and quirked a seductive smile at her. She met his bleary eyes and cocked her hip as she gazed at his stupored form. "Out late last night, Spike?"

"Wha' 'er you doin' here luv?" Spike asked, his words slurring together slightly.

"Are you complaining? Cause I can go?" Buffy teased, reaching for the door again.

"No! No." Spike said as he pulled up to lean on a hand, the other pressed to his forehead. "Stay."

His little pet names for her slipped out more when he'd been drinking. He seemed to like the sound of it and the warmth that normally centered between her legs but had lately moved to her heart told her she liked it too. She walked over to him and held out her hand. He grasped it and groaned as she effortlessly pulled him to his feet. The world spun around him and he shut his eyes tightly as he asked absent mindedly, "Weren't we fighting?"

She wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on tiptoe to plant a soft kiss to his lips. She could never help herself anymore. Things inside her were also urging her hands to touch him. It really was a problem. Really. He groaned, this time with pleasure, and kissed her back passionately. "People fight all the time," she said slowly as she pulled back, Spike's head dipping to follow her as he tried to not let her break the contact. "I fight. You fight. We fight. The two of us, together. Like two people. Being togethery." It took a second for the words to sink in before he pulled back and looked at her suspiciously.

"Together? Are we...together...y?" He asked, his chest tightening with that hope Buffy had never managed toash.ash.

"Ask me agin tomorrow," Buffy said. She rested her head against his chest and her voice became more serious. "I couldn't sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about you. It sucked major. So I say, damn the consequences. I want you. I have you." She paused as the open, honest, decidedly un-Buffy-esque words hung in the air. "I think Willow's spell loosened up my emotions as well as my hormones," she finished consideringly.

Spike, still stunned, sucked inreatreath and said in a low, emotion-filled tone, "Remind me to thank Willow." And then he fused his mouth to hers, pouring his love into the kiss, and neither needed to talk anymore.